War Poem

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A thousand battles storm the sky,
A host of angels wake from sleep.
You triumph when the broken lie,
With blazing breathe they squirm and speak:
"Young fools with fire you may kill
And laugh to see our ghosts despair,
But listen as one voice we will
Haunt you 'til too much to bear"

Decay of Man

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Swim the Universe in a day.
Come with me to the moon,
The stars and sun.

What do you dream?
Do you question eternity in Gods?
Or Ghosts? Or the decay of Man?

Why the want of morning
When the light brings only
darkness?

Church Bells

The church bells rang with silent knell,
Silver pigeons rose in a cloud.
Sunset's fingers - a golden spell,
Tongueless whispers fell as a shroud.
Through stained glass, broken, incense flowed,
It's sombre scent crept in a mist.
Memories of the dead are showed -
Only in darkness they exist.

This was a challenge set by a friend - I was given the first line and told to carry on from there.

Poetry of Time

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How softly a warm breath on the window
Whispers of ghosts bathed in fire.
Questions, deep as night and vast as eternity
Stream down the dirty glass.
Secrets, dark as desire in wet clouds
Of perfumed smoke bleed into the blushing universe.
Only fools speak of yesterday's angels
Bourne away on dancing stars,
Blind to the sacred poetry of bread.

This is what happens when ones mother is talking about dinner while one is trying to be artistic... Dammit woman!